abruptly pulled out, tore off the condom and, having moved to Dashin's face, clasped the trunk with his palm, trying to bring the act to its logical conclusion.

- Don't, - apparently, Seregin the finish script was not included in Dasha's plans, - Cum on the belly.

The friend did not answer, clasped his wife by the back of his head and began to put pressure on himself, at the same time having buried his head in Dashin’s lips. Spouse slurred moaning, showing displeasure, but Serge, in my opinion, did not care: taking his hand off his penis, he lightly slapped a woman in the face, Dasha gasped and at the same time the head went into her mouth - the man grabbed the phallus again, issued a loud moaning and began to cum, throwing sperm into my spouse's mouth with powerful points. Wife choked, Seregin member, continuing to push the seed, fell out of the woman's mouth, pouring viscous liquid chin and breast mistress, Dasha continued to cough, spitting out the contents of the Serigin eggs, which did not work out to swallow.

I could not characterize the final picture otherwise as “uniform fucking”: a friend was breathing heavily and, kneeling, towered over my wife, a limp member with the chin of a woman tied a string of sperm that also abundantly covered Dasha’s breasts, lips and chin. The picture was complemented by a used gum lying on his wife’s tummy.

Frankly, in response to the rude behavior of a lover, I expected some angry reaction from my wife, but it did not follow.

“I'm in the steam room,” rising from her bed, the naked woman pulled a clean towel out of the closet and left the room.

Seryoga, recovering his breath, fell on the bed. After lying down a bit, I began to massage the penis - a long abstinence and an influx of emotions did their job, the trunk added in size.

About fifteen minutes passed since the end of the sexual act, the wife did not appear. Serega got up, wrapped his towel around and went outside, a pack of condoms was left lying on the table. With a confident gait, he went to the bathhouse and disappeared into the doorway. Making sure that no prying eyes, I repeated his route.

The somewhat steaming glass of the bath window almost did not hide what was happening in the room - the lovers did not lose time: the spouse, with her hands on the wall, stood on the floor in a half-bent position; to your groin. Probably, having fucked Dasha once and having crossed the forbidden barrier, the friend had no doubts about the rights to my spouse - no more than two or three minutes passed between the appearance of the man in the bath and the observed moment - most likely he put her in the right position and started to mate as soon as he crossed the threshold. In general, I must admit, in the current situation, it was difficult to expect another relationship - half an hour ago, a friend ended up in a woman’s mouth, Dasha did not particularly resist - there was no longer any conditionality between lovers.

Sexual intercourse continued in the same position. Serege had to bend her legs a little because of her height for easy penetration. Dasha, on the contrary, stood on tiptoes - a friend was hammering my wife from a small squat, forcing a member with sharp movements from the bottom up and from the side it seemed that he was taking a woman in the ass. The spouse moaned loudly: removing one hand from the wall, Dasha ran her hand between her legs, irritating the clitoris even more and periodically grabbing the lover’s scrotum with her nails. Raised and trembling in time with the pushes, the leg testified to the extreme degree of excitement. After a few moments, the woman took away her second hand from the wall, gasped loudly and arched the back in the direction of the man - Seryoga, having stopped frictions, kept Dasha in her chest in a standing position.

"Finishes," thought flashed.At that moment, the sensations of my friend were clearly presented to me, the way he felt with his thick rod of convulsions of a hot and so familiar “pussy” to me.

From the surging sensations, the woman's body went limp, Serega, taking a hard member out of her vagina, helped the woman to sit on the bench and sat next to her. Dasha was breathing heavily and recuperating, putting her head on her lover’s shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, Seryoga embraced my spouse, pulled him close, began to greedily kiss his lips. Looking up, whispered something in her ear, Dasha smiled, nodded, and went downstairs, taking a position between her friend's legs. Putting her hands on the hips of her lover, Dasha leaned over to the half-extruded penis and clasped her head with her lips, beginning to suck on Seryogin's instrument. A friend, putting his hand on the back of the head of his partner, asked his wife the right pace, enjoying the second blowjob for the evening. In the actions of the spouse, diligence was observed - in gratitude for the delivered orgasm, Dasha gently processed the phallus, lingering at the head for a long time, then slowly sank the trunk to its full length or released the rod from the mouth, licking the scrotum and working with the penis.

“Enough,” the man, rudely pulling his spouse away by the hair, interrupted the action.

Grabbing the trunk at the base, Serega looked at Dasha with an invitation. The wife straightened, climbed onto the bench facing the man and, putting her hands on his shoulders, slowly lowered her hips, letting the hot penis into her bosom. In the pose of the rider, the initiative belonged to Dasha, the woman was actively working with her hips, Seryoga formally kept her hands on her husband's ass, not really helping her, but mostly playing with the full buttocks of his new mistress.

- Comes up, now finish, - Seryoga gave the woman the right to choose.

- Do you want me?

- Yes, but ...

The wife covered her lover's lips with a kiss and continued to leap, not thinking of getting off the throbbing member. At the time of the next mounting, Serega fixed the hips of the woman at the lowest point, beginning to pour the seed into the bosom, Dasha dropped her head on the male's shoulder and meekly accepted the whole batch. Lovers froze in the finishing position and, after a few seconds, having appeared between the sexual lips of the spouse, a viscous string of sperm began to roll down the member's bud to the scrotum.

There was no follow up. The couple came out of the bath and returned to the house, and I took the same position at the main window.

From the influx of impressions after all I saw and the inconvenience associated with the need to hide the presence, I felt a slight influx of fatigue. Sleep. Nothing happened in the room and, leaning against the wooden wall of the house, under the measured crackling of the cicadas, I quietly fell into a light slumber.

I woke up from an unpleasant sensation in my back: my muscles were sore and even cold outside, however, apparently, I didn’t sleep very long - the lunar disk almost didn’t move from the place I remembered when I looked at lovers for the last sexual act.

"In the house something to go?" - flashed the thought. No, it's too radical, you need more time to think it over. Having decided to move to a warm bath, I had already begun to stretch the stiff joints, when I suddenly heard a monotonous foreign sound breaking the silence of the July night. The sound came from the house and, lifting myself up a bit, I looked again into the unclosed window.

Seryoga "took" my wife for the third time in a night.

This time the action took place under a blanket. Only the lovers' heads were visible: Dasha was lying on her stomach, lifting her face over the pillow, a friend positioned herself over my wife and breathing in her nape. A little lower, in the area of ​​the male backside, a blanket was evenly raised and lowered, the bed squeaked in time with the frictions produced. After a couple of minutes of leisurely sex in the bed it became hot, Seryoga pushed the fabric aside and the bodies glistening with sweat became clearly visible in the moonlight. Dasha straightened her legs and lay on the bed straight, Serega almost repeated the female bends with her body, but she pressed herself most strongly against the woman in the ass, stretching her legs to the sides and pressing the penis into a supple vagina.Having dealt with the blanket, Serega began to settle down more conveniently: he put one hand under the woman’s chest, the other — under the thigh into the pussy area, began massaging the clitoris. A friend fucked his wife almost without amplitude, without lifting his hips. I simply placed my piston in it and, controlling the pelvis, examined the head of the vaginal wall. Dasha moaned with each contraction of the partner’s buttocks, the woman clutched the crumpled sheet with her palms - it was obvious that her wife liked sex. Moving his pelvis, Serega did not forget to crush Dasha’s chest, sometimes he bit the woman’s neck or ear. After some time, the pace of movement accelerated, Serega actively moved her hips and before the next dive began to take the penis out of her pussy almost to its full length. Dasha, feeling the mood of her partner, turned her head in the direction of her lover - Serega immediately covered her lips with her own, the couple was kissing passionately, while the man simultaneously more and more beat the pussy of his wife.

- In me - a half-whisper wife.

There was a male moan in the room. Seryoga raised himself on his arms and began to cum in the last pushes, pressing the phallus into the vagina to the maximum depth. By cuts of the buttocks, it was clear what was happening inside Dasha's pussy - the man's member throbbed, filling his bosom with the remnants of hot sperm.

Squeezing the last drop, Serega slowly pulled out the penis. A muddy seed thread hung from the head.

On this holiday adventure my wife ended. After the third act, Seryoga, having collected his things, in the middle of the night, nevertheless left in the direction of his house. The wife, by the way, having received hers, did not persuade her lover to stay with her and "forgot" about the dangers of a night trip.

I did not give out my presence that night, such a decision, as it seemed to me, was tantamount to breaking off relations - to pretend that I do not know anything a couple of hours after such a colorful presentation would be extremely difficult. I had to repeat the way to the car and spend the night there. In the morning, thanks to help from a passing car, the problem with my car was solved and I safely got to the city. For the time being, his wife did not open up, after all, what happened, for all her immorality, left conflicting feelings - before making a final decision, it was necessary to sort out her own emotions.